Free Captive at Christmas by Danielle Taylor

that moment to surge deep into her tight, slick heat and forced back a barrier. He knew, to the exact second, when he took from her what no man had taken before. She stiffened beneath him, fingers curled into her palms while the strangled and pained cry escaped her lips.
    Fuck, fuck, fuck!
    It shouldn’t have been him. He cursed inwardly, wanting to pull out and cradle her to his chest, though it would be just as painful for her if he did.
    “Dammit, Hannah!” his whispered growl touched her ear. “Why didn’t you tell me? I would have–”
    “No, Mac. You wouldn’t have,” she countered, tears dripping from the corners of her eyes.
    True. If he knew that she’d never been with a man before, he certainly wouldn’t have been the first. Now that it was done though, he felt the need to know. “Why me, Hannah? Why not someone who could be gentle with you? Someone…” deserving , he wanted to say.
    “I want you, and only you, Mac. Just make me feel like I belong to you, even if it’s only pretend.” Lifting her head, she found his lips again, demanding that he follow through with what he started.
    Another realization slammed into his chest with so much force, it nearly knocked him off the bed. “Hannah, shit. You’re not on the pill, are you?”
    She shook her head. “But I …” her lips trembled. “I can’t have…I-I was sick… When I was younger,” Hannah sobbed. “I can’t…”
    Too much had been taken away from her and he was not going to make her say the words, to admit something that most men would call a relationship deal-breaker. He silenced her with a soul-scorching kiss and drove all thoughts from her mind with long, deliberately slow thrusts.
    After a short time, she began to meet him, finding a rhythm as her hips rose up to meet with his.
    “Faster,” she panted, tearing away from his mouth to cover the scars on his shoulder with delicate kisses.
    He chuckled, burying his face into the softness of her neck and inhaled the deliciously feminine scent that only she possessed. “Not yet.”
    “Mac …” Frantically, she clutched his rear with shaking hands and attempted to quicken his movements. “More…I…I need more!”
    Again, he laughed quietly, this time into her hair. He ignored that voice in the back of his mind, telling him to take her harder, faster.
    Rougher.
    To make her scream his name, die that small death in his arms again and again.
    Cause her slight frame to shudder beneath him, taut and writhing in glorious and agonizing ecstasy.
    “Not yet, Hannah. I want you to feel it building,” he whispered, dragging his teeth along the pulse point on her throat. “To remember every sensation.” Pulling out to the tip, he slowly – almost painfully so – plunged back into her. “Oh, Hannah…”
     
    She sobbed, trembled, and gasped for air in a futile attempt to pull an acceptable breath into her lungs. Hannah lost her mind with each tauntingly exquisite thrust. The pain from entry subsided, replaced with an ache like nothing she could have imagined.
    A desperate need filled her when Mac departed her, only to trade places when he buried himself deep within, connecting them in a way she wanted to remember always.
    So that she could capture this moment, keep a part of him forever, Hannah forced her eyes to open. The icy-grey stare that met her was not cold and heartless.
    This time, she saw a storm of emotions churning into an indiscernible gaze. Her heart wanted to surround him, capture this man inside of it and keep him safe and feeling loved.
    Inexperience had her wanting to race towards their ultimate goal, but as many times as she tried, Mac denied her with his rough, sexy laugh and continued setting of the pace.
    He held her gaze, drawing her up to the edge of the universe and all around her, Hannah witness the birth and death of galaxies, suns and planets. Swirling in colours she had never before witnessed.
    Hot, white heat enveloped her, scorching her flesh without